Finding happiness in running and sobriety

The photo on the left is from yesterday. We were doing cartwheels in the park. The one on the right was July 2016. Two months before I would quit drinking forever.

I was well on my way to getting drunk in that photo. It wasn’t even 1pm. I stopped drinking (took a break from it) at 2pm and by 4pm I had to take my son to the hospital. I was barely sober enough to do it, and it made me really think hard about what the fuck I was doing with my life.

I was almost the drunk mom in the ER.

When I saw the photo on the left, I immediately thought of July 4th, 2016. All the feelings of that day came rushing back, but this time it wasn’t a bad feeling. It was one of ‘look how far I’ve come’ and ‘that girl doesn’t live here anymore’.